"Eh?"
From the darkness came a low sound of surprise.
"Seven meters to the right!"
Immediately after, that voice rang out again.
Overjoyed, the warrior from Nine Ox Realm swayed his form and swung his long arm fiercely.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud sound, several red pine trees toppled down.
Dust filled the air, rolling in all directions.
Soon, the night wind scattered the dust, and the clouds moved away.
Moonlight poured down like water, bringing a glimmer of light to the forest.
The Nine Ox Realm fighter glanced around and finally saw the owner of the red pines again.
At this moment, the owner had a scratch on his shoulder; the wound was not deep, but it bled profusely.
The owner of the red pines raised his head, his gaze falling on the treetops not far away.
A figure then appeared—it was none other than Fang Zhixing.
His eyes were blood-red like the tide, emitting a terrifying bloody light.
